Series: Fever Falls Series by Riley Hart
Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81426 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 407(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Your arms too. I like those as well.”
“Jude gets off on arm porn. Who would have thought?”
“You forgot your back…I like that. Your whole damn body. I look at you and wonder if I was looking for you all along.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. I didn’t know if he meant me specifically or men in general, but I sure as shit wanted to believe it was the former.
My hands settled on his waist as I looked up at him. “I’m glad you found me, Boyfriend.”
Jude leaned forward. This time it was him pressing his forehead to mine. “I want you…but I’m nervous too.”
My grip on him tightened as my pulse sped up, and my body felt too sensitized. “There’s no reason to be nervous. If you want me, you can have me, but if we never do more than what we do now, that’s okay too. There are no expectations here. It doesn’t make you more gay to put your cock in my hole than it does my mouth.”
It was supposed to be a joke, an attempt to lighten the mood…I thought. I wanted to say it playfully, but I wasn’t sure that was how I felt. I didn’t like not having control over my emotions, over my feelings in that way.
“That’s not what I meant, but now that you said it, how gay does it make me if I want…if I want you to do it to me?”
A groan slipped past my lips, deep and rumbling with the intense hunger I felt for him. Christ, to be inside him… I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to leave. But then, I also didn’t want him to do this for me because he knew I usually pitched. “Jude…”
“Fuck you, Cam. If you’re going to coddle me, then I think it’s time for you to go. I know what I want. I’ve been thinking about it…maybe I’ve even thought about it before you. But I want it to be with you. If I don’t like it—”
“Oh, Beautiful. I can promise you you’re going to like it. I’m very, very good at this.”
“I don’t believe you,” he said with a grin, then slid off my lap and stood. “I guess you’re going to have to prove it.”
“I guess so.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
Jude
Awkward Boy really loves being a part of something…and it’s all because of Friendly Man and Construction Guy. ~ Theo’s comic
I shook my wet hair off my forehead, having just gotten out of the shower when Cam arrived.
My damned hands were shaking.
It was one thing to think about this, to admit to myself it was definitely something I was interested in giving a go, and a whole different story to be like, Hey, Boyfriend, will you fuck me? Especially when I’d never had a cock in my ass before. My brain was shooting off all sorts of second thoughts, but the rest of me…there was this eagerness building in my gut, this slow buildup of desire that had been brewing for much longer than I’d been willing to admit, telling me, Yes, you want this. You’ve always been curious about it.
The mind’s a funny thing. Theo had been right about that.
“You can change your mind at any time,” Cam said as we stood beside the bed.
I thought about the way he said he hadn’t seen anyone other than me since I arrived in town. I knew he didn’t mean sleep with. Cam had hooked up. He meant see, know, crave, and damned if I didn’t feel the same about him. It had been so gradual, our friendship…the laughs, the trust. How one day I realized it didn’t hurt not to have Rush anymore, that I didn’t want him that way, and that maybe, just maybe, I wanted Cam.
The maybe had percolated over time, grown and morphed into this unstoppable need that I wondered how I’d denied for so long.
“I know,” I finally managed to reply.
Cam pressed a quick kiss to my lips, then began to unbutton and unzip my jeans.
“You’re shaking,” I said.
“Shut up.” He grinned. “I haven’t been nervous to fuck someone since…well, ever.”
“It’s just me.”
“There’s no just about it.” Then he was pushing my pants and underwear down. My dick was so fucking hard, aching. He knelt as he took my clothes the rest of the way off, then looked up at me from his knees. “Christ, Jude. You take my damn breath away.”
I hissed when he leaned in and kissed one hip bone, then the other. “You make me feel beautiful. My whole life people have said it, but I’ve never felt it until you.”
“I’ll tell you every damn day, then,” Cam replied. He pushed to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head. It wasn’t something I’d admit out loud, but my damn knees went weak, so I sat on the edge of the bed.